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CARL CAREY ANDERSON 

( Late a Representative from Ohio ) 

MEMORIAL ADDRESSES 

DELIVERED IN THE 

HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES 

OF THE UNITED STATES 

SIXTY-SECOND CONGRESS 



Proceedings in the House 
February 23, 1913 



Proceedings in the Senate 
December 5, 1912 



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Page. 

Proceedings in the House 5 

Prayer by Rev. Henry N. Couden, D. D 6 

Memorial addresses by — 

Mr. Goeke, of Ohio 9 

Mr. Willis, of Ohio 14 

Mr. Post, of Ohio 22 

Mr. Bulkley, of Ohio 26 

Mr. Bathrick, of Ohio 28 

Mr. Sharp, of Ohio 30 

Proceedings in the Senate 37 

Resolutions adopted 38 



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HON - CARL C -^JnTDERSON 



DEATH OF HON. CARL CAREY ANDERSON 



Proceedings in the House of Representatives 

Monday, December 2, 1912. 

Mr. Ansberry. Mr. Speaker, I offer the following reso- 
lutions, which I send to the Clerk's desk, and ask for their 
immediate consideration. 

The Clerk read as follows: 

House resolution 713 

Resolved, That the House has heard with profound sorrow of 
the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, a Representative 
from the State of Ohio. 

Resolved, That the Clerk communicate these resolutions to the 
Senate and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased. 

The resolutions were agreed to. 

Mr. Cannon. Mr. Speaker, I move you, sir, that out of 
regard for the memory of the late Vice President, the 
Hon. James Schoolcraft Sherman, and the memory of 
the Members of this House and of the Senate who have 
departed this life since the adjournment of the last session 
of Congress this House do now adjourn. 

The motion was agreed to; and accordingly (at 1 o'clock 
and 8 minutes p. m.) the House adjourned until to-mor- 
row, Tuesday, December 3, 1912, at 12 o'clock noon. 

Friday, December 6, 1912. 
A message from the Senate, by Mr. Crockett, one of its 
clerks, announced that the Senate had passed the follow- 
ing resolutions: 

Resolved, That the Senate has heard with deep sensibility the 
announcement of the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, 
late a Representative from the State of Ohio. 

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Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of 
those Representatives whose deaths have been announced the 
Senate do now adjourn. 



Monday, January 13, 1913. 

Mr. Goeke. Mr. Speaker, I ask unanimous consent for 
the present consideration of an order which I send to the 
Clerk's desk. 

The Speaker. The gentleman from Ohio asks unani- 
mous consent for the present consideration of an order, 
which the Clerk will report. 

The Clerk read as follows: 

Ordered, That Sunday, the 23d day of February, 1913, be set 
apart for addresses on the life, character, and public services of 
the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, late a Representative from the 
State of Ohio. 

The Speaker. Is there objection? 
There was no objection. 
So the order was agreed to. 

Sunday, February 23, 1913. 
The House met at 12 o'clock noon. 

The Chaplain, Rev. Henry N. Couden, D. D., offered 
the following prayer: 

Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. From 
the end of the earth will I cry unto Thee when my heart 
is overwhelmed; lead me to the rock that is higher than 
I. For Thou hast been a shelter for me and a strong 
tower from the enemy. I will abide in Thy tabernacle 
forever; I will trust in the covert of Thy wings. 

From time immemorial, O God our Father, men's hearts 
have turned instinctively to Thee in great crises for help, 
in sorrow and grief for comfort, in every contingency for 

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inspiration and guidance; so our hearts turn to Thee as 
we assemble in memory of men who by faithful service 
in State and Nation gained for themselves the respect and 
confidence of the people, wrought well among us, left the 
impress of their personality upon our minds, and made 
a place for themselves in our hearts which time nor space 
can erase. " For we know that if opr earthly house of 
this tabernacle were dissolved we have a building of God, 
an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." 

" We leave this and straightway enter another palace of 
the King more grand and beautiful." 

We mourn their going, but not without hope. We are 
cast down but not overwhelmed, dismayed but not con- 
founded. 

For the love of God is broader 

Than the measure of man's mind, 
And the heart of the Eternal 

Is most wonderfully kind. 

Enter Thou, O God our Father, into the desolate homes 
and bind up the bruised and broken hearts with the oil 
of Thy love, that they may look through their tears to 
the rainbow of hope and follow on without fear and 
doubting into that realm where all mysteries shall be 
solved, all sorrows melted into joy, soul touch soul in an 
everlasting communion, and eons of praise we will ever 
give to Thee, in the spirit of the Lord Christ. Amen. 

The Speaker. The Clerk will read the Journal of the 
proceedings of yesterday. 

Mr. Morgan of Louisiana. Mr. Speaker, I ask unani- 
mous consent that the reading of the Journal be dispensed 
with. 

The Speaker. The gentleman from Louisiana asks 
unanimous consent to dispense with the reading of the 
Journal. Is there objection? [After a pause.] The 

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Chair hears none. Without objection, the Journal will 
stand approved. 

There was no objection. 

The Speaker. The Clerk will report the order of busi- 
ness in reference to the Hon. Carl C. Anderson, late a 
Representative from Ohio. 

The Clerk read as follows: 

On motion of Mr. Goeke, by unanimous consent, 
Ordered, That Sunday, February 23, 1913, be set apart for ad- 
dresses upon the life, character, and public services of Hon. Carl 
C. Anderson, late a Representative from the State of Ohio. 

Mr. GoEKE. Mr. Speaker, I offer the following resolution. 
The Speaker. The Clerk will read the resolution. 
The Clerk read as follows: 

House resolution 862 

Resolved, That in pursuance of the special order heretofore 
adopted the House proceed to pay tribute to the memory of the 
Hon. Carl C. Anderson, late a Representative in Congress from 
the State of Ohio. 

Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of 
the deceased and in recognition of his public career the House at 
the conclusion of the memorial proceedings of this day shall 
stand adjourned. 

Resolved, That the Clerk of the House communicate these reso- 
lutions to the Senate. 

Resolved, That the Clerk of the House be, and he is hereby, 
instructed to send a copy of these resolutions to the family of 
the deceased. 

The resolution was unanimously agreed to. 



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Address of Mr. Goeke, of Ohio 

Mr. Speaker, it is a time-honored custom of this body 
to pay tribute to the character and services of the distin- 
guished dead of either House. Responding to this and 
prompted by a sense of duty to my State as well as respect 
for the late Carl C. Anderson, I shall in my humble way 
here record my estimate of his life and services to the 
country. Carl C. Anderson was born at Bluffton, Allen 
County, Ohio, December 2, 1877. When a boy his parents 
moved to Fremont, Ohio. At 10 years he was a newsboy 
and a bootblack. At 16 he had saved money enough to 
buy a home for his mother. He was at one time a trav- 
eling salesman, and later engaged himself in the mercan- 
tile business at Fostoria, Ohio, which place became his 
permanent home. By his energy and thrift he prospered 
and won the confidence of those who knew him. His 
popularity grew, and he was twice elected mayor of his 
city, and then aspired to congressional honors. Never 
defeated in an election, he was beginning his campaign 
for his third term in this body when, in the very prime 
of his useful life, his career was ended suddenly by a 
fearful and tragic death. At the youthful age of 35 years 
he was taken from us in the midst of his life's work. 
The news of his death came to me, as it did to many 
others, as a personal bereavement. The awfulness of the 
shock to his city and State is well told in the feverish 
announcement of his home paper, the Fostoria Times, on 



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the night of the accident. It is the overflowing of the 
full heart of the editor. I quote: 

There is no conqueror save death. In the midst of circum- 
stances that seem to defy destiny the gaunt, grisly, invisible 
champion of the grave stalks forth; a sudden swoop of the scythe 
and the highest and strongest fall forever. Carl C. Anderson, 
of all men, is dead. Swift and awful, unannounced, like an elec- 
tric shock, beggared of even the anguished interval of Titanic 
tragedy or the stroke of some like calamity, the man in the com- 
munity most alive and widest known passes from life to death, 
from existence to immortality, from achievement to history. 
Yesterday evening and night he accompanied his friend and com- 
panion, Attorney Russell M. Knepper, of Tiffin, Democratic candi- 
date, on an automobile trip to a village in the neighborhood of 
Fostoria. Returning home one of those all-too-numerous auto- 
mobile accidents happened. The car and its four occupants were 
approaching a bend in the road on the new Riegel Road near the 
city, when the car rushed into the ditch, overturned, threw part of 
the passengers out, turned upside down, and pinned Congressman 
Anderson to death. 

The man who sat in the same seat was the one least injured. 
The injured men and the remains of Fostoria's foremost citizen 
were tenderly brought to town and cared for. Telephone mes- 
sages were sent to close friends about town and to relatives out 
of town. Tactfully and tenderly the terrible tidings were taken 
to the wife and children. My last talk with him was in the after- 
noon. We spoke of the congressional situation, and he was in a 
triumphant mood, naturally. No real opposition to his reelection 
could be found in the district, and his opponents appeared to be 
merely nominal nominees. " Use them well in your paper," said 
Carl, with characteristic kindness, "make no attacks on them; 
you need waste no words on me either, the people know me now. 
I shall receive a big enough majority to please my friends, and 
I am going into the districts of some of my congressional friends 
to help them." As we parted I thought that here at least there is 
no uncertainty of political success in an election five weeks dis- 
tant. To-day the city sits in supremacy of sorrow, and messages 
are flashing over the land and inquiries pouring in for details of 
the dread calamity that put a period to this unexampled success. 
Death alone defeated this matchless man. " There is no con- 
queror save death." 

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Address of Mr. Goeke, of Ohio 



I shall always remember the immense concourse of 
friends who gathered to pay a last sad tribute of respect 
on the occasion of his interment. Rich and poor, high 
and low, all showed sorrow at his untimely death. Fos- 
toria that day was literally in mourning. Truly did it 
seem that the angel of death, hovering over the city, 
had touched the hearts of every home. Greater tribute 
than this hath no man, that " after life's fitful dream is 
o'er " — " after the battle has been fought and won " — he 
is returned home, and there, amid the genuine sorrow 
and tears of friends and neighbors, he is laid to rest in 
the generous bosom of that State which he loved so well 
and served so faithfully. No more noted gathering ever 
assembled to pay tribute to the dead than that which 
came to show their respect, add their sympathy, and 
mingle their tears in sorrow with the family and friends 
in the home city of the beloved and lamented Carl 
Anderson. 

Our departed friend and colleague was the child of 
poverty and toil. He knew none of the temptations of 
wealth or the enervating influences of luxury, yet he was 
richly endowed with brains, energy, physical and moral 
courage, and self-reliance. These were great riches. He 
wdsely invested his entire capital in self-improvement, 
and Carl Anderson, the newsboy and bootblack, became 
beloved of the people and their faithful servant in the 
Halls of Congress. Born of common people, he was of 
the plain people, and knew them well. 

While he was too great to yield to their demands when 
influenced by passion or prejudice, he was great enough 
to fully comprehend and appreciate their wants and to 
sympathize with them in their wants. His life furnishes 
an excellent example of what courage unaided and 
industry unfavored can work out for their possessor in 
the field of equal opportunity furnished to all in this 

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Republic of ours. He is a testimonial of the virtues of 
our free institutions, our country, and our Government. 
His record in Congress is replete v^ith w^ork well done, 
bearing proof of his faithfulness to his oath of office, and 
realization of his responsibilities to his constituency and 
to his country. He was always in favor of good legisla- 
tion and quickly saw an opportunity to do good work 
for his people, and so accepted the high honor conferred 
and became one of the most sympathetic and hardest 
workers in the House. But little escaped his vigilant eye 
and a bad measure met his vehement opposition and de- 
nunciation. He was naturally ambitious — not for selfish 
reasons, but solely to serve his people better and for the 
good that might result to them. He was courteous, open 
hearted, accommodating, and pleasant at all times and 
under the most trying circumstances. He was the con- 
stant friend and ardent advocate of the cause of the old 
soldier and, with the exception of the venerable Isaac R. 
Sherwood, no man in the House accomplished so much 
for them. He worried over their suffering in their declin- 
ing years as though they were of kin to him. He never 
hesitated to resolve all doubt in their favor and rejoiced 
at every measure that spelled good to them. In line with 
his inherent sympathy for those that toil, he was the 
champion of labor, both organized and unorganized, and 
never lost an opportunity to vote and work for legislation 
in their behalf. His devotion to the people of his district 
was marvelous. To be able to please them was his great- 
est aim. He was constantly striving to do something for 
some one from the thirteenth district. They will miss 
him as time goes on and in their hearts and esteem his 
place will be hard to fill. 

Of his personal traits of character, so beautifully exem- 
plified in his private and domestic life, I shall say but 
little. Nothing short of a profound sense of loyalty to his 

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hallowed memory could induce me to speak at all of the 
personal side of him who was endeared to me by the 
sweetest and tenderest ties of intimate association and 
deep affection. I know his wife and children and I have 
never known the relation of husband and father more 
substantially true and tender. What good effects flow 
from a strong, true love that is full of sympathy, served 
to form his character throughout his home life. Those 
closest to him admired and loved him best, because they 
knew him best. 

So let us not so much mourn that he is dead, but rather 
let us rejoice that he has lived. Let us not think so much 
of his untimely taking off, but rather of the fullness of his 
life. Poets for ages have sung of the sadness of death 
when it comes to a man full of life and vigor, to one still 
ready and willing to do a man's part in the world of 
men, yet the Greeks personified death by a beautiful boy 
crowned with immortal youth, and somehow that ideal 
seems fitting. For the deeds of man the lesson of his life 
and the good example he gave will live forever, and their 
rejuvenation from one generation to the other may well 
be exemplified by youth. Stricken in life's prime, in the 
fullness of a splendid usefulness, Carl C. Anderson left 
to his family, to the people of his district, and to us a 
monument more enduring than marble and a heritage 
more precious than gold. 



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Address of Mr. Willis, of Ohio 

Mr. Speaker: It has just been suggested to me by a 
friend that this day which we have set apart as a proper 
occasion to do honor to the memory of a number of our 
deceased colleagues here and a number of deceased 
Members of the Senate is as well the anniversary of a sad 
but interesting historical occasion. Sixty-five years ago 
to-day, yonder in the old Hall of the House, or rather in 
an adjoining chamber, the great spirit of John Quincy 
Adams took its flight to the God who gave it. Two days 
before the old warrior had fallen on the field of battle 
with his armor on and his face to the foe; and 65 years 
ago to-day he breathed his last. Since that time, Mr. 
Speaker, many distinguished Members of this body have 
gone into the Great Beyond, but I measure my words 
when I say that among that great number there have 
been few who gave more complete and unfaltering devo- 
tion to the people who sent them here than did Carl 
Anderson, of Ohio. It was my pleasure and it will be 
throughout life my fond recollection to have known Carl 
Anderson quite intimately, and yet that acquaintance did 
not extend over a very lengthy period. I did not know 
him personally until I came to this House at the beginning 
of this Congress. I had known of him, of course, because 
we lived in adjoining congressional districts, and his fame 
had spread over the State, but I met him first here in the 
city of Washington. At his hotel, with that kindliness of 
spirit which was so characteristic of him, he came and 
introduced himself to me and, knowing that I was a new 
Member, he sought to make me feel comfortable, and 
before we had talked five minutes he had undertaken to 



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smooth out some of the rough ways and to explain how I 
might best get along with my work here, and particularly 
with the departmental work, with which he was so thor- 
oughly familiar. He aided me much, and generously 
gave me credit for work which he himself had done. I 
think, Mr. Speaker, that probably that was the most 
prominent characteristic in the life of our deceased 
friend — the spirit of helpfulness and generosity, the de- 
sire to make somebody comfortable and happy, the de- 
sire to extend a helping hand— and I think it is a charac- 
teristic which those of us who are left behind may well 
emulate. My colleague from Ohio [Mr. Goeke] has re- 
ferred eloquently to the fact — a fact of which we are 
proud in Ohio — that this Ohio boy in whose honor we are 
met here to-day, at the age of 10, was a common newsboy 
and a bootblack on the street. 

Mr. Speaker, it seems to me that the mere statement of 
that fact is sufficient without comment; Carl Anderson's 
life is and ought to be an inspiration to the American 
youth. It shows the possibility of American citizenship. 
Here was this boy, making his way when he was only a 
child, selling papers and blacking boots on the street, and 
to-day this great legislative body has met to do honor to 
his memory. I have been thinking as I have been sitting 
here and listening to the eloquent words that have been 
spoken of him and of our other friend and colleague, Mr. 
Wickliffe, and wondering what it is that makes it pos- 
sible for men to succeed. I think I know something of 
the secret of success of this rare soul, and that was this — 
that he possessed almost infinite ability for hard work. 
It was not so much brilliancy, perhaps, as it was a deter- 
mination to stick to the task and a determination to work 
and to be prepared. I know that this man believed in 
the philosophy of these little stanzas. I know he did, 
through my personal association with him. These 



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stanzas are from the brilliant pen of the lamented Senator 
from Kansas, John J. Ingalls : 

OPPORTUNITY. 

Master of human destinies am I. 

Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait; 

Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate 

Deserts and seas remote, and passing by 

Hovel, and mart, and palace, soon or late 

I knock unbidden once at every gate. 

If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise before 
I turn away. It is the hour of fate, 
And they who follow me reach every state 
Mortals desire, and conquer every foe 
Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, 
Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, 
Seek me in vain and uselessly implore; 
I answer not, and I return no more. 

Representative Anderson w^as ready when opportunity 
knocked unbidden at his gate; but he had those sterling 
qualities of stalwart Americanism that would have en- 
abled him to succeed whether opportunity knocked or no. 

It was the theory of life of Carl Anderson that he 
should be prepared for the work in hand, and when he 
was called by the people of his native city of Fostoria to 
the office of mayor of that city he was prepared for the 
work. When in the business world opportunities came 
to him, he was ready to embrace them. When he was 
called to this higher office, he was equipped for the work 
which he undertook to do, and the reason why he was 
equipped and why he was ready to embrace these oppor- 
tunities was because he understood the philosophy of 
hard work. It is the same, Mr. Speaker, with men that 
it is with the lower organisms. Take the tree that stands 
in the midst of the darksome forest where it is protected 
by the other trees, and that tree will be straight and tall, 

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but the fiber of it will not be so strong; but as to the oak 
that stands upon the summit of the hill, the timber of 
that tree will be strong, because it has been torn and 
strained and twisted by every tempest that has blown for 
a thousand years. Put the little coral insect down at the 
mouth of a river where the current is gentle, the water 
warm, and where it is freighted with all the elements of 
plant growth, and the insect will die, but lay it upon a 
rocky ledge where the waves beat down with an everlast- 
ing power that would grind granite to powder, and it 
grows and thrives, builds up its tiny palace to the surface 
of the sea. And it is so with men. It is the battle, the 
toil, the contest, the struggle that brings out the best that 
is in human nature. And so it was with this dear de- 
ceased friend. He believed in the philosophy that is ex- 
pressed in those beautiful lines from the pen of Babcock, 
when he says: 

Be strong! 
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; 
We have hard work to do and loads to lift. 
Shun not the struggle, face it; 'tis God's gift. 

Be strong! 
Say not the days are evil — Who's to blame? — 
And fold the hands and acquiesce. shame! 
Stand up, speak out and bravely, in God's name. 

Be strong! 
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong, 
How hard the battle goes, the day how long; 
Faint not; fight on! To-morrow comes the song. 

That was the philosophy of life of this man. And may 
I add not only did the boy make his own way, starting as 
a bootblack at 10 years of age, but by the time he had 
attained the age of 16 years, the little fellow had saved 
up enough from his slender earnings to buy a home for 
his mother. 

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Mr. Speaker, it is not necessary, it seems to me, to point 
out anything else in the character of this unusual man. 
Devotion to mother, respect for mother. Saving from the 
slender sum which other boys might have spent for trifles 
and amusement, he buys a home for mother. Mr. 
Speaker, there is not anything finer in life than devotion 
to home and devotion to mother. The man who has 
those characteristics is bound to make a success of his 
public and private life, as did Carl Anderson. That 
spirit of work to which I have referred characterized his 
service here. He worked early and late in the interests 
of his constituents. 

Mr. Speaker, it is no discredit to anyone else to say that 
there was no man in Ohio who had the hold upon his 
district that Carl Anderson had. Everybody in the thir- 
teenth district knew him, and all who knew him loved 
him. There was not another member of the Ohio delega- 
tion who was as popular in his district as Carl Anderson 
was in his. My colleague, Mr. Goeke, spoke touchingly 
and eloquently of the funeral services in Fostoria and 
Fremont. It was a marvelous tribute. There they were 
from all the walks of life, not simply the wealthy — 
although the wealthy were there — but from the mid- 
dle walks of life. The common people were there in 
great numbers. Workmen, farmers, school children^ — all 
classes and ages and professions were represented. It 
was a great outpouring, and in that beautiful city of 
Fremont, which has witnessed some historic scenes and 
some great historic funerals, it is said there never had 
been witnessed such an outpouring of the people as was 
witnessed that day. Back, back, for many rods, the 
people were packed, and the thing that touched me most, 
and as I said to one of my colleagues with me at the time, 
the thing that Carl would have prized most, was the fact 



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that in that great crowd there were hundreds of old 
soldiers, members of the Grand Army of the Republic. 
In the thirteenth district and all over the State it was felt 
that when Carl Anderson went away they had lost one 
of the most active and effective friends they had in Amer- 
ican public life. 

The old boys in blue were there at the funeral services 
in large numbers and gave the most convincing evidence 
of their profound sorrow at the tragedy which had over- 
whelmed them and hung like a pall over northwestern 
Ohio. 

On occasions like this, Mr. Speaker, we can but think 
of the serious problems of life. We wonder whence we 
come and whither we are going; what it is all about, and 
whether death is the end, or whether the tomb is but a 
gateway to an eternity of opportunity. 

It can not be that our little butterfly existence upon 
earth is the end. There is that within us which speaks 
unerringly of another life, broader and higher and better 
than this. It can not be that the years of toil and strife 
and aff'ection and preparation of a life well lived end at 
the grave. Another life beyond the mystery we call 
" death " is prophesied with certainty by that unceasing 
and unsatisfied hunger in the human heart for something 
better than we are. Life is not broken, but continuous 
and unending. The deep, unfathomable mystery of 
being remains unsolved. The beginning of life we know 
not, yet we know that we are, and we know that we shall 
continue to be, united beyond the grave with those loved 
ones who have gone on before. 

We think sometimes that perhaps death is the end 
of the feverish journey of life, but that is because our 
poor, weak human vision is so limited and so short- 
sighted. 



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I watched a sail until it dropped from sight 
Over the rounding sea. A gleam of white, 
A last far-flashed farewell, and, like a thought 
Slipt out of mind, it vanished, and was not. 

Yet to the helmsman standing at the wheel 
Broad seas still stretched beneath the gliding keel. 
Disaster? Change? He felt no slightest sign. 
Nor dreamed he of that far horizon line. 

So may it be, perchance, when down the tide 
Our dear ones vanish. Peacefully they glide 
On level seas, nor mark the unknown bound. 
"We call it death — to them 'tis life beyond. 

The world will little know nor long remember what we 
say here, but Carl Anderson's comrades and associates 
will not soon forget his services to the Nation, his devo- 
tion to his home, his love for wife and children, and his 
kindness and generosity to his friends. From this life, 
well lived and tragically ended, comes the lesson so well 
expressed in those other lines — 

Build thee more stately mansions, oh, my soul. 

As the swift seasons roll; 

Leave the low- vaulted past; 

Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 

Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 

Till thou at length art free. 

Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea. 

Mr. Speaker, it was at the eventide that we stood yonder 
in the cemetery at Fremont. I shall never forget the 
spectacle. The glorious sun was going down in the 
golden west, marking the dying day, symbolic of the 
brilliant life that had passed into the great beyond. We 
were gathered about the mound. Here were ranks of the 
old veterans, for whose interests Carl had fought, and 
they stood there and tried to keep the drooping shoulders 
as square as they were when many years ago they 

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marched away to the grand, wild music of war. They 
tried to be bravej-but the eyes were dim and the cheeks 
were wet, for they knew they had lost a fearless and 
faithful advocate. And then there were the other friends 
gathered about, literally acres of them; as the casket, 
laden with flowers, was lowered beneath the green sod 
of that historic cemetery I could but think of the tender 
lines of one of America's sweetest singers, who wrote for 
a loved one this epitaph of undying beauty: 

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; 
Warm southern wind, blow softly here; 
Green sod above, lie light, lie light. 
Good night, dear heart; good night; good night. 



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Address of Mr. Post, of Ohio 

Mr. Speaker: We have met to-day not to transact the 
regular business of the House, but to pay our respects and 
tribute to the dead. This Congress, now nearing its close, 
is notable for the number of its dead. Eighteen Members 
of this body and six Members of the upper branch, with 
the Vice President, have answered the final roll call. 

The parting with friends at death is the saddest of all 
events in life. It severs all ties of friendship and affec- 
tion. It blights the sweetest companionships and obliter- 
ates the most sacred associations. The successes and tri- 
umphs of life, its turmoil and strife, cruelty, and injustice 
lead to the same earthly ending. And after it, how soon 
are we forgotten! We are but a mite in the great and 
ever-increasing sea of humanity. 

When death overcomes man in his youth, or when in 
the prime of life, it creates a sentiment of grief amounting 
to despair. On the other hand, if we enjoy in health, with 
full possession of all our faculties, the Psalmist's limit of 
life of four score years, it is universally a source of pro- 
found gratitude. To be stricken with death when in the 
very prime of life, with the brightest prospects to crown 
a glorious future, is most appalling. The tragic and dra- 
matic death of our colleague, Carl C. Anderson, on the 1st 
day of October, 1912, by its very suddenness shocked the 
whole community and overcame it with a sense of the 
deepest sorrow and lamentation. Leaving his home in 
Fostoria with a friend upon a business errand to a neigh- 
boring town, concluding their business engagement, upon 
their return voyage the automobile in which they were 
making the trip, in making a sharp turn in the road, 

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upset, seriously injuring the driver and killing our beloved 
colleague. 

A life full of vigor and manhood, not yet reaching 35 
years, in the passing of a single moment was thus so unex- 
pectedly blotted out forever, a lamentable and sad re- 
minder of the uncertainty of life. 

Carl, as he was familiarly called by all who were for- 
tunate in knowing him, was strictly one of the common 
people. When a mere boy he earned his own living as a 
newsboy and bootblack. He was most energetic, zeal- 
ously industrious, and early in life established himself in 
successful business. He was endowed with a striking per- 
sonality and high and generous impulses, and his sym- 
pathies were so broad, his mind so tolerant, his nature 
so gentle that he easily gained the admiration and affec- 
tions of all who were privileged to know him. These 
inherent qualities admirably fitted him for the political 
arena, and while yet a mere boy he was elected twice to 
the office of mayor of his native town and occupied other 
positions of public trust. 

In 1908 he was easily the first choice of his party as its 
nominee for the office of Representative in Congress for 
the thirteenth district of Ohio, and at the general election 
was elected to the Sixty-flrst Congress by an overwhelm- 
ing plurality, and, I am informed, was the youngest Mem- 
ber of the House in that Congress. He was reelected to 
the Sixty-second Congress, and at the primaries held in 
the district to nominate candidates for Congress in the 
summer of 1912 he had grown so rapidly in the public 
favor that he was not only the unanimous choice of his 
own party, but was practically unopposed by candidates 
of other parties. 

Stricken down at the very threshold of a most promis- 
ing career, when his young life was buoyant with hope 
and filled with aspirations of greater success, his body, so 



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carefully consigned to earth by his legion of friends, 
political admirers, fraternal orders, and delegations from 
the various counties in his district, may crumble into dust, 
but his spirit will live on forever. 

It was not my good fortune to know him until the open- 
ing of the extra session beginning on the 4th of April, 
1911. Our offices in the House Office Building were in 
close proximity and our acquaintanceship soon ripened 
into the closest friendship. I soon learned to love him 
because of his sweet spirit and gracious demeanor, his 
kindly consideration for me and all about him, and his 
charming personality that made his companionship most 
agreeable. He was filled with the spirit of kindness 
toward others and bent every possible effort to meet their 
desires and wants. 

His fidelity to his constituents was so persistent that 
they never faltered in their loyalty and devotion to him. 
No complaint was ever too trivial for him to investigate 
and no letter was ever received by him that did not re- 
ceive an answer couched in the most gracious language. 
His disposition and eagerness to serve his constituents, 
regardless of politics, were well known, and they most 
highly appreciated his services and delighted to honor 
him. He delighted in giving attention to the little things 
in life, little kindnesses, and thoughtfulness of deeds that 
created a close bond of friendship which existed at all 
times between him and the people of his district. These 
many manly qualifications made him a host of friends in 
the opposite party, who voted for him as regularly as did 
his party friends. 

The very strongest bond of friendship and devotion 
existed between him and the veterans of the Civil War. 
He was their stanchest friend and they were his friends, 
and those of his district his truest followers. No soldier 
constituent of his ever made him a request too trivial not 

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Address of Mr. Post, of Ohio 



to receive a prompt response. He devoted a great part 
of his time to aiding the veteran soldiers and seeing that 
they received the pensions due them from the Govern- 
ment. At his funeral, which took place at Fostoria and 
Fremont, more than 200 veterans of the Civil War, all fast 
tottering to the grave, marched in the line of the proces- 
sion to his final resting place, as a tribute of the respect 
and veneration in which he was held by them. This 
remnant of the fast-vanishing Army of the Blue, of the 
men who marched away during the War of the Rebellion 
in defense of the flag, following the funeral cortege with 
bowed heads and sobbing hearts as it bore the remains 
of our colleague to their last resting place, has left an im- 
press upon my memory which time can not efface. It 
was but one scene exemplifying in generous sympathy the 
admiration in which he was held by the soldiers of his 
district. Nor was this veneration confined to the veterans 
whom he so steadfastly and faithfully served. 

In his home city business was wholly suspended. Its 
streets were lined with thousands of his former constitu- 
ents, with neighbors, fraternal associates, and friends. 
At the beautiful cemetery in the neighboring city of Fre- 
mont, where his mortal remains were laid away to rest 
forever, thousands more had congregated to give vent to 
their sorrow and grief. 

His private life was ideal. He was a devoted husband, 
a kind and affectionate father, and a most genial, consid- 
erate, loyal, and true friend at all times. 

When I stood beside his grave, in the presence of that 
mysterious, solemn silence — death — I realized how quickly 
he had gone out from our midst, leaving a multitude of 
heavy hearts, and it was my wish that his sweet memory 
should ever remain fresh in the affections of his friends 
and of the people who honored and loved him as their 
Representative and whom he served and loved so well. 



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Address of Mr. Bulkley, of Ohio 

Mr. Speaker: Carl Anderson was elected a Member of 
this House in 1908 and served in the Sixty-first Congress. 
He was reelected to the Sixty-second Congress by a greatly 
increased majority, and was, at the time of his death, the 
candidate of the Democratic Party to represent his district 
in the Sixty-third Congress. There can be no doubt that 
had he lived a few more weeks he would have been re- 
turned with a majority even greater than he had received 
before. His popularity was constantly increasing. 

His constant and remarkable gain in popularity was in 
no way mysterious. Everyone knows his persistent in- 
dustry, his untiring devotion to the interests of his con- 
stituents. He was always working, early and late, always 
giving unsparingly his whole strength and his best efforts 
to the constituency which honored and trusted him. 
Political friend and foe alike were made to feel that he 
was the representative of all, and his generosity and un- 
failing kindness and courtesy made him many a warm 
friend among those who had opposed him politically. 

His generosity and unfailing readiness to do a kind act 
for everyone with whom he came in contact were known 
and appreciated by his colleagues. When I refer to his 
readiness to do a kindness I do him less than justice; he 
was not merely ready, he was anxious, and always seemed 
to seek the opportunity to do some helpful thing for each 
and every one of us. After my election to this House I 
came to Washington in the closing days of the last Con- 
gress to get acquainted with my new colleagues and my 
new duties. It was Carl Anderson who first made me 
feel at home here; it was he who took most time and trou- 

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ble to give me suggestions and information. And up to 
the end of the session last summer, when I last spoke with 
him, he, more often than any other Member, came to me 
with suggestions for my good, for the good of my friends 
and my constituents. 

He was broad-minded, generous, democratic, sympa- 
thetic, industrious, determined to serve well and to suc- 
ceed. Less than 35 years of age, he was at the threshold 
of a career of great promise. He met his tragic and un- 
timely death in an automobile accident, while actively 
engaged in the duties of the political campaign of last 
autumn. Who can say how great might have been our 
colleague's career had it not thus prematurely ended? 

At this point Mr. Bulkley assumed the chair as Speaker 
pro tempore. 



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Address of Mr. Bathrick, of Ohio 

Mr. Speaker : I yield no grudging tribute to Carl Ander- 
son, but when death writes "Finis" upon the scroll of life 
words can be but empty symbols of vain meditation. 

No eulogium of one who has passed beyond the curtain 
of eternal darkness can ease the pain or requite the loss 
of those who mourn. Rather might it accentuate both 
and hinder the blessed healing of the balm of time. Yet 
it is not altogether futile and is wholly just that the mind 
should linger about the brighter memories of the dead, 
upon the better parts of a life ended. Memory should 
be like a golden thread leading us back to the happy 
moments of the past, to the joys of the vanished yester- 
days, that smiles, not tears, may mark our recollections. 

Who would be a vile ghoul of reminiscence and, in the 
presence of the common failings of the living, disinter 
human error? The frailties of mankind are but the faults 
of the fallow where the grain yields its hundredfold and 
imperfections are lost in the abundance of the harvest. 

Carl Anderson knew more of sunlight in his heart than 
gloom. He shed its cheerful rays about him in pleasant 
words and hearty handclasps and smiling greetings. The 
world to him was a workshop where duty was pleasur- 
able, not painful. Within this Chamber he ably sought 
to do the will of his people, often not expressed but by 
him anticipated. To him their tribute of confidence and 
esteem was a reward far transcending the value of any 
sordid recompense. And when, within the small cities 
of his district, the bells softly tolled the signal of his de- 
parture, commerce halted, community activities ceased, 
the people gathered about his bier, and friend or foe 
failed not to render homage to the clay of one who was 
true, industrious, and cheerful. 

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Address of Mr. Bathrick, of Ohio 



Carl Anderson, in the field where the mental Titans of 
this Nation contend, may not have stood upon their lofty 
plane; but, young, vigorous, and keen, none may know 
where the years might have placed him. He may not 
have climbed to the pinnacle of fame, but he wrought well 
and was pleasant. He loved his country, revered its 
defenders, and in their years of feebleness and want 
brought solace and material aid to many a troubled 
household. 

Too often our good deeds weaken and die in the mem- 
ory of men, but every human being soweth seeds which 
grow and multiply. In the crush of human emotions not 
all the good will fructify and neither will all the evil 
flourish, but like the banyan tree whose branches are 
strengthened as they increase their gracious shadows, so 
deeds of kindness strengthen the human heart. So grew 
the generous nature of this man, honored by the populace, 
until often the distress of others became his very own, and 
by the touch of his helping hand their heavy cares were 
rolled aside. 

I do not know what creed he professed; I know not 
what church cast its sanctified mantle about him, neither 
shall the records of justice take note of these, for it is 
written in the roll of heaven that he was charitable and 
kind. 

Mr. Speaker, the herald of death oft gives no day of 
grace, and when from the shadow came the summons to 
attend the last roll call in the house of life it found Carl 
Anderson yielding willing tribute to friendship — it found 
him giving aid to others. 

Fate, silently beckoning, held aside the veil and he 
entered, to return no more; but to-day, on the face of the 
cliffs of time, we will chisel his name and beneath it sub- 
scribe the humble tribute: He gave aid and comfort to 
his fellow men. 



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Address of Mr. Sharp, of Ohio 

Mr. Speaker: This is an unusual occasion, unusual be- 
cause we are called upon in a single afternoon in this 
memorial service to voice our grief over the death of 
seven Members of Congress, whose distinguished services 
in these Halls of legislation are forever ended. The hand 
of death has indeed been most heavily laid upon our 
colleagues of the Sixty-second Congress. Its beckoning 
call has come alike to the young and the old. But a week 
ago this Sabbath day we held similar services for three 
others of our departed Members, and, all told, I believe 
25 or 26 of the membership of this Congress have passed 
from among us since taking their oath of office less than 
two years ago. Fully half of the delegations of our 
sisterhood of States have been called upon to mourn the 
loss of one or more Members who had won a place in 
their affections. Of these States thus afflicted my own 
has been singularly free from such a visitation; and until 
now I do not recall a time in recent years when its dele- 
gation — in the House, at least — has been called upon to 
memorialize the life and services of a deceased Member. 

If not inappropriate to this sad occasion, may I specu- 
late in a vein of thought which during the past two years 
must have often come in common to the minds of many of 
my colleagues as to the cause of the frequency of the call 
of death to this Chamber? Surely the reason is to be 
found in some other explanation than to ascribe it to the 
normal rate of mortality among men, for, if I mistake not, 
our death rate has been excessively high, measured by 
such a standard; nor may it be explained that it merely 
happens to be abnormal and beyond the usual average, 
because the death rate in the preceding Congresses also 

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seems to be very high. Neither can we find a satisfactory- 
cause if we would attribute it to the age of those who have 
departed; for, again, measured by mere years, the aver- 
age certainly has not exceeded that period in life which 
we assign to middle age. 

It is my own belief, and I say it to the credit of my co- 
workers in Congress, that their fidelity and attention to 
duty — that they might in the fullest measure possible dis- 
charge the obligations of their office — in no small degree 
have contriijuted to the untimely taking off of many of 
those who have passed over the river. While this may 
not be the popular notion, nor comport with the common 
conception of the work performed by the average Con- 
gressman, yet I believe it is undeniably true that in a large 
majority of cases he devotes more hours of work and 
gives more conscientious concern to the faithful discharge 
of his duties than he ever gave to his private affairs. 
During the time of my service in the House of Repre- 
sentatives I have personally known of not a few instances 
in which Members, after most arduous work in the prepa- 
ration of some important measure and their participation 
upon this floor in its discussion, have become so weak- 
ened by their labors that death soon after found in their 
exhausted condition but a feeble resistance. 

While these observations, from the very nature of the 
case, can not refer to the taking off of the one for whom 
Ohio's delegation especially mourns to-day, as death 
came by accident, yet I am confirmed in my belief that 
they explain to no small extent the reasons for its fre- 
quent visitation to our membership. Of the seven whose 
deaths we come to mourn to-day, Carl Anderson, of Ohio, 
was the youngest, having been elected as a Member of 
this House at an unusually early age. He brought with 
him all the zeal and vigor of action which belong to 
early manhood, and in his achievements, in so far, at 



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least, as representing the demands of his constituents is 
concerned, he was successful. He early won the friend- 
ship not only of his colleagues from his own State but 
that of a continually widening circle of acquaintances. 
Speaking for myself, he was not only my friend but I was 
his friend. His willingness to do me a favor in the ad- 
vancement of any measure which I had before his com- 
mittee was spontaneous and generous to a degree. I 
think I but voice the sentiment of the other members of 
my delegation when I say that they all had a similar 
experience in their intercourse with Carl Anderson. 

I suppose that if any one particular field of legislation 
could be recalled in which he was most active we would 
all agree that it was in the work of securing better 
recognition for the old soldiers, not only of his own dis- 
trict but throughout the country. Representing as I do 
an adjoining district to the one which he so faithfully 
represented, there is naturally a community of interests 
between the splendid citizens who make up both con- 
stituencies. Made up of a harmonious blending of the 
early New England settlers, the so-called Pennsylvania 
Dutch, and that sturdy stock of German immigrants which 
came over in the earlier days of the State's history, their 
interests are homogenous in character. With a varied 
industrial development on no mean scale, an important 
commercial status, their rich agricultural resources, and 
their fine institutions of learning, they form a constitu- 
ency which any man might feel proud to represent. 

I know from personal knowledge that Carl Anderson's 
efforts in behalf of the old soldiers of his district were 
appreciated beyond measure. Just outside of the city 
limits of Sandusky, which is the capital city of Erie 
County, adjoining my district on the west, is located a 
soldiers' and sailors' home, which, in its management and 
treatment of the old soldiers of the State, has always been 

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held in the highest esteem. By those living in the home 
he was held as their especial champion, while the citizens 
at large, regardless of their party affiliations, showed to 
him a most loyal devotion. 

In conversation with him at different times I came 
more and more to appreciate not only his capacity for 
work but his directness in putting such work into most 
effective execution. While his early training and en- 
vironment deprived him of advantages in an educational 
way — a handicap which I am led to believe he appreci- 
ated in later years, though rather proud than otherwise of 
his humble start in life — yet his active abilities, backed by 
an indomitable ambition to succeed, made him a valuable 
Member in a most practical way. 

It was indeed this ambition to do things and the high 
tension under which he constantly worked that brought 
him to a physical condition not, I think, generally known 
to many of his friends. It was within the closing days 
of the last session of Congress and during the last con- 
versation that 1 now recall having had with him that he 
confided to me the fact that, though a young man in 
years, he had a heart so weakened as to be able to scarcely 
do the work of a man twice his years. I know he was 
forced to a most abstemious manner of living, and by 
careful training he was endeavoring to conserve in the 
best manner possible his strength for the work he had 
to do. Of one whose life work brings to our minds such 
a conception of sincere purpose and fidelity to duty we 
must be warranted in believing that the same high ideals 
controlled him in his domestic life, and so those who 
knew him best found it to be. In more than one con- 
versation with him he expressed his love of home and 
family, and I am sure that not one of his colaborers in 
Congress has spent more happy hours in the bosom of 
his family than Carl Anderson. 

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So much in sincere praise must I say of one whom I 
knew as a friend. Sleeping in that eternal slumber of 
death which knows no awakening in this mortal world, 
beneath the shade of the giant oaks and elms of the beau- 
tiful cemetery, just outside of the city of Fremont, lie 
the earthly remains of Carl Anderson. On the afternoon 
of an autumnal day, first at his home in Fostoria and 
then a few hours later at the cemetery of the town of 
his early adoption, a great concourse of mourners gath- 
ered to witness and join in the last sad rites of burial. 
If the hearty good will and kindly feeling given to him 
during the scenes of his triumph in his business and po- 
litical careers attested the appreciation of his work, 
surely in his hour of death the mute testimony of the 
regard of this great outpouring of his friends from every 
walk of life — the little children, the business men, the 
working men, and last, the objects of his sincerest regard 
and affection, the old soldiers — showed the unmistakable 
love and esteem in which he had been held by his neigh- 
bors. May the faithful widowed mother and her little 
children be comforted in their irreparable loss. 



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Mr. GoEKE. Mr. Speaker, I ask unanimous consent that 
Members desiring to speak on the life, character, and 
public services of the late Carl C. Anderson be given 
five legislative days in which to extend their remarks in 
the Record. 

The Speaker. The gentleman from Ohio asks unani- 
mous consent that Members desiring to speak on the life, 
character, and public services of the late Carl Anderson 
have five legislative days in which to print their remarks 
in the Record. Is there objection? [After a pause.] 
The Chair hears none. 

Mr. Finley resumed the chair as Speaker pro tempore. 

adjournment 

The Speaker pro tempore. In accordance with the reso- 
lution previously adopted, the Chair declares the House 
adjourned until 10.30 o'clock to-morrow morning. 

Accordingly (at 8 o'clock and 28 minutes p. m.) the 
House adjourned until to-morrow, Monday, February 24, 
1913, at 10.30 o'clock a. m. 



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Proceedings in the Senate 

Thursday, December 5, 1912. 

A message from the House of Representatives, by J. C. 
South, its Chief Clerk, communicated to the Senate the 
intelligence of the death of Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, 
late a Representative from the State of Ohio, and trans- 
mitted resolutions of the House thereon. 

Mr. Pomerene. Mr. President, I ask that the resolutions 
of the House on the death of my late colleague in that 
body be laid before the Senate. 

The President pro tempore. The Chair lays before the 
Senate resolutions of the House of Representatives, which 
will be read. 

The Secretary read the resolutions, as follows: 

In the House of Representatives, 

December 2. 1912. 

House resolution 713 

Resolved, That the House has heard with profound sorrow of 
the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, a Representative 
from the State of Ohio. 

Resolved, That the Clerk communicate these resolutions to the 
Senate and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased. 

Mr. Pomerene. Mr. President, I offer the following reso- 
lution and ask for its adoption. 

The President pro tempore. The resolution will be 
read. 

The resolution was read, considered by unanimous con- 
sent, and unanimously agreed to, as follows : 

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Senate resolution 403 

Resolved, That the Senate has heard with deep sensibility the 
announcement of the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, 
late a Representative from the State of Ohio. 

Mr. Root. Mr. President, I offer the following resolu- 
tion, which I send to the desk, and ask for its present 
consideration. 

The President pro tempore. The Senator from New 
York offers a resolution, which will be read. 

The resolution was read, considered by unanimous con- 
sent, and unanimously agreed to, as follows: 

Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of 
those Representatives (Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, of Ohio; Hon. 
Richard E. Connell, of New York; and Hon. George H. Utter, of 
Rhode Island) whose deaths have been announced the Senate do 
now adjourn. 

Thereupon (at 6 o'clock and 5 minutes p. m.) the Senate 
adjourned until to-morrow, Friday, December 6, 1912, at 
12 o'clock m. 



Monday, February 2h, 1913. 
A message from the House of Representatives, by J. C. 
South, its Chief Clerk, transmitted to the Senate resolu- 
tions of the House of Representatives on the life and 
public services of Hon. Carl C. Anderson, late a Repre- 
sentative from the State of Ohio. 



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